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A Bubbly August


One of joys of writing for children is researching different topics. I’ve gained greatly from my need to provide verisimilitude to my stories such as life as a homesteader during Idaho’s gold rush days, habits of nocturnal animals, the life and times of dragonflies. My favorite research is for my recent project. I concocted a premise combining a short mystery with simple household science experiments. One of those experiments involves bubbles. I am a huge fan of bubbles.

Whenever I visited my granddaughter, I always brought along bubbles. I included that aspect in my picture book Someday We Will and illustrator Wendy Leach caught the joy of bubble blowing quite well.

Store bought bubbles are handy and dandy, but I have heard of tales that super-duper bubbles are possible. This was undoubtedly going to take some research.

I explored a variety of recipes on a multitude of sites. I discovered there is a definite camp of adding glycerin over sugar to obtain longer-lasting bubbles. I don’t keep glycerin on hand, but enough sugar (for my hummingbird nectar recipe) to concoct a batch of my own super-duper bubbles. While the debate goes on about glycerin versus sugar as an additive, it is fairly much decided that Dawn Dish Soap is the best base for the bubble potion. Not sure why, but it’s our brand of choice for dishes, so that saved a trip to the store.

The results?

Wow!

The bubbles truly do last longer. They are also shinier with an iridescent rainbow sheen.

When I need a quick break from typing up stories, I often go in the backyard and take a bubble break. I’ve tried out a few different wands and my favorite at the moment is the rings off of my bulk mouthwash. It’s a three-ringer and two of the rings fit in my bubble bucket, with the third as a handle. Plump bubbles are a result.

IIIItIMy science sleuth wants to know why bubbles blow out round, even when the wand is a different shape, such as a square. I had to research for that answer as well.

Do you know why? Hint: there is a connection to water bugs.

Hope you find some bubble time. You are never too old to enjoy a bubble session.

Bard Bits: Midsummer Muchness


Recently our little town ran a big event that drew in over 9,000 over the weekend: Ren Fair, where a celebration of Renaissance takes place. There are jousting knights, meandering minstrels, dazzling dancers, and of course, Queen Elizabeth I strolls among her subjects. The best part is how much of the crowd dons appropriate costumery. And there is a huge range of interpretation. Purists huff at the elf ears that many people wear, saying it’s not representative of the era, but a wag a finger and spout a differing opinion in defense of the fairy folk traipsing among the attendees.

“Ah, but fairies represent the imaginative offerings from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

There is no denial or rebuttal, and I silently rack a discussion point, vowing to find my fairy within for next year’s faire.

image: The Realm
image: The Realm
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Another celebration of Midsummer was watching The Summer Book with Glenn Close last night. The film is based on Tove Jansson’s book, and it is a sensitive, quiet portrayal of a family celebrating life as they cope with death. Tove Jansson is famous for her Moomin books, which I read as a child, and they are still popular today.

In the film, Glenn Close plays the aged, wise grandmother who serves as the bridge between her grieving son and his six-year-old daughter, Sophia. While there isn’t much dialogue, when words are expressed, they have great significance. The tradition of spending summer at the family cabin is definitely affected by the recent death of Sophia’s mother, yet Glenn, as the stalwart grandmother, perseveres to keep going for Sophia’s sake.

At one point the family celebrates Midsummer, complete with flower crowns and fireworks, despite the rainy day. The symbolism is poignant as the father attempts to light the bottle rockets, but the damp weather has prevented two of three rockets to ignite.

Midsummer in the US is not typically celebrated with the gusto found in European countries such as England and in Scandinavia. However, it is a nice calendar marker that summer as basically begun, and that is a quiet celebration in itself.

Group of people dancing around a flower-adorned maypole at a lakeside festival in traditional Swedish clothing
People joyfully dance around a decorated maypole during a Swedish Midsummer festival near a lake. This would be a party worth dropping in for a bit.

Reader Roundup: May 2026


Not to sound boastful, but this month marks over 90 books read since January. That does sound like boasting, doesn’t it? My usual Goodreads goal is 101 books. I usually squeak over that goal but within days, not months.

I’m not sure how I’ve read so many books this year. Granted being retired is a factor. Then again, I’ve been retired going on four years and haven’t hit this number.

And I do more than read. Really. I write in the mornings, volunteer at the library, do some yard work, do even less housework. Maybe I will log how much time I actually do read. Then again why would I do that—scrutinizing something I enjoy would smush the joy.

Anyway—

Here are the five star reads for May:

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald

When Helen Macdonald’s beloved father died unexpectedly, she dealt with her grief by withdrawing into the world of the goshawk. As an experienced falconer Helen Macdonald knew the challenge she was taking on. Her time with Mabel is a compelling memoir, as well as it is nature writing at its most stellar.

Bibliophile by Jane Mount

The book is aptly titled as it is a visual and textual feast for those who devour books about books.

The Boy from the Sea by Garrett Carr

Set in 70s and 80 in a small Irish fishing village, readers follower the Bonnar family through the first-person plural narrator observations, which seemingly represents the village as an omniscient chorus. The descriptive passages, the ebb and flow of people’s lives create a unique tale, one that, even though it centers around fishing, is fascinating. Leastwise the audiobook version is, with the reader’s lilting style of relating the story.

The Eyes & the Impossible by Dave Eggers

A winner of the 2024 Newberry Award, it is one of those books that adults hope that children will read because it is a unique with its philosophical, amusing, clever, and thought provoking format. The illustrations add a creative dimension to the story.

Be sure to check out Ethan Hawke’s audiobook reading—it’s an extraordinary performance. A definite recommend for anyone, especially a family summer car trip.

I am looking forward to spending some time in the hammock reading from my growing TBR list. I am also looking forward to some consistent days of sun instead of this April hangover weather of five minutes of sun, four hours of gray, repeat. Let alone the 7-15 mph winds.

What are your summer reading plans? Are there titles/genres you are looking forward to checking out?

Reader Roundup: April 2026


April is a fickle month with on and off again weather. There were enough inclement days to rack up some serious reading time. April is also Poetry month, Shakespeare’s birthday, and an emphasis on libraries and librarians.

James Herriot’s Treasury for Children by James Herriot

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A lovely way to introduce young readers to the delightful stories of the world’s favorite Yorkshire veterinarian.

The Boy Who Was Raised by Librarians by Carla Morris, illustrated by Brad Sneed

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A fun addition to books emphasizing how impacting libraries and librarians can be on a young reader.

Shakespeare: The Man Who Pays the Rent by Judi Dench and Brenden O’Hea

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For those who only know Judi Dench from film roles such as “M” from James Bond have missed out on her first career as a stage actress, primarily with the Royal Shakespeare Company. From Ophelia to Cleopatra she played most of Shakespeare’s roles for women.

In this audiobook memoir Dame Judi reveals her thoughts and experiences about her career with Shakespeare. Presented as a conversational podcast between Brendan O’Hea and Dench listeners are treated to frank, thoughtful, even randy recollections about the power of Shakespeare’s words. As a bonus treat listeners hear anecdotes about actors Dench has worked with: Anthony Hopkins, Kenneth Branagh, Laurence Oliver, as well as backstage shenanigans like the time she almost went on stage without her skirt.

Accomplished actress, Barbara Flynn, reads for Judi Dench and emulates her phrasing, impish wit, and randy interjections amazingly well. At the end is a conversation with O’Hea and Dench that is a delightful addition.

Wild About Books by Judy Sierra illustrated by Marc Brown

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What happens when the bookmobile ends up at the zoo? A picture book filled with lively images and a rhyming text that entertains young readers with how animals learned to love reading. Very fun and a good pick for Library Week.

Ordinary Grace by William Krueger

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From the first sentence the reader is informed that death will define the story. The author then hands the story over to thirteen year old Frank, who is on the cusp of launching out of childhood, trying to grasp on to the nebulous world of adults. Frank, though a pastor’s kid, swears, flirts with adventurous undertakings, but is loyal to his family, especially his older sister Ariel and Jake, his shadow and little brother.

The title reflects the calm and wisdom of patriarch Nathan, who exudes Atticus Finch in how he handles tragedies that come his way as pastor, father, friend, and husband.

A richly told coming-of-age story that is reminiscent of To Kill a Mockingbird and Grisham’s A Painted House in that the narrator relates events beyond childhood, providing events with the eyes of innocence yet with the perspective of an adult.

With the good weather coming this means hammock reading which is always a good time.

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Word Nerd: Guilty of Definitions


There are novels that are infused with such a delightful new-to-me words that I end up frequently interrupting my reading to look up the definitions. I am guilty of word collecting. I cannot do the Linus quirk of skipping over words I am unfamiliar with upon discovery.

Some authors like Mcall-Smith of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency are quite adept at inserting the occasional stumper. It’s par for the course to come across a rich lexicon when reading classic novels such as Jane Eyre (I kept entire page dedicated to collecting her vocabulary).

Collecting words is what makes a Word Nerds heart go skippety skip and so it sheer delight to discover Susie Dent’s Guilty by Definition. The setting is a renowned dictionary establishment in Oxford (yes, it does ring a bell). It isn’t long before this band of erudite editors start sleuthing. Amateur detectives are not unique. What makes Dent’s book standout is her ability to surreptitiously weave in weighty words and archaic delights not only as chapter headers but within the text. They impressively serve as foreshadowing while providing a witty lexicon lesson.

Here are a few textual examples I jotted down while reading:

  • falsedict: an untrue utterance 
  • mountweazel: fictitious entry in a dictionary 
  • vellichor: the musty smell of old books 
  • apricity: the warmth of sun on a winter’s day
  • respair: recovering from despair 
  • kything: the recognition of old friends in a crowd 
  • bellywengins: a small beer
  • dallop: the missed patch of ground by the plow
  • rackups: consequences of ill-doing
  • sonder: the realization other people have rich and complicated lives we will never know
  • susurrus: low soft whispering or low rustling 
  • mubble-fubbles: eve of something unpleasant dose of the blues
  • tidsoptomist: a time optimist
  • finifugal: not wanting the story to end; stalling the ending; drawing it out

Aren’t they delightful?

Words by Definition absolutely created a feeling of finifugal. Fortunately, the dictionary detectives are rumored to appear in a sequel.

Can’t wait. My Word Nerd heart awaits in anticipation.

October 29th: The Cat’s Meow


Two favorite calendar days are back to back this month: Chocolate Day was October 28th (I celebrated with Dove Bites—how about you?)

And today is National Cat Day! To celebrate here are cat tidbits to enjoy:

Cats and Author Laps
Through time cats and writers have formed a purrfect team. A few authors who have preferred the company of cats are:

  • Neil Gaiman (he used to write a blog about his cats)
  • Mark Twain (he would rent kittens when he went on a writing vacation since he had to leave his cats behind at home)
  • Ernest Hemingway (he built a cat tower for his brood of over 30 cats when he lived in Cuba)
  • Alice Walker (she developed a deep relationship with her cat)
  • L.M. Montgomery (she claimed grey cats were perfect and adored her cat “Lucky.”
  • James Herriot (while he loved dogs, he had a special place in his heart and writing for cats)
  • Edgar Allen Poe (he bonded with his “Catterina” who would sit on his shoulder while he wrote)

    Cat Facts
  • cats can vocalize at least 100 sounds
  • cats were referred in ancient Egypt
  • cats can jump six times their body length
  • cats are known to sleep 12 to 15 hours a day
  • cats can run up to 30 mph
  • cat brains are 90% similar to human brains

    Cat Poetry
    Authors through the centuries have eloquently expressed their appreciation for cats through verse. Here are some worthy poems to consider:

    Emily Dickinson
    She sights a Bird—she chuckles—
    She flattens—then she crawls—
    She runs without the look of feet—
    Her eyes increase to Balls …


    Edward Lear
    The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
    In a beautiful pea-green boat,
    They took some honey, and plenty of money,
    Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
    The Owl looked up to the stars above,
    And sang to a small guitar…


    Carl Sandburg
    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.
    It sits looking 
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on


    Famous Cats
  • Puss in Boots: good things come to those who trust a cat in stylish boots
  • Cheshire Cat: Alice learned how talking cats add sanity in a world crazy
  • Grumpy Cat: aka Tardar, who appeared less than impressed with aspects of life
  • Garfield: cousin to Grumpy cat
  • Sylvester: Suffering Succotash not the brightest feline in the basket
  • Morris: Discerning, not finicky, thank you
  • Cat in the Hat: such a troublemaker
  • Felix: the wonderful, wonderful cat

And there are some notable cat proverbs:
Nigerian: “When the mouse laughs at the cat a hole is nearby.”
Italian: “Happy is the home with at least one cat.”
French: “The dog might be wonderful prose but the cat is wonderful poetry.”
Irish: “Beware of people who dislike cats.”

Of course there is the “Dogs drool, cats rule.”

So Happy Cat Day to you and yours.

A Brace of Bookmarks


As a voracious reader bookmarks are essential to keeping order as I travel through books.

Dogearing pages is simply not acceptable and will not be tolerated. Civilized readers do not crisp back page corners. Unless it’s the latest Costco flyer.

I’m on the fence about notes and highlighting. That’s a different topic and post.

Concerning bookmarks…

Yes, most of them relate in some manner to Shakespeare–good eye

I have a brace of bookmarks ready for use spread through the house. Some are genuine bookmarks with various designs while others range from a ubiquitous fluorescent sticky note to a variety of postcards to my current favorite: Smokey the Bear.

Scored Smokey (and his twin at the Forest Dept booth at this year’s fair

There is something satisfying about firmly wedging a bookmark into my current read. It’s a decisive action signifying a promise to return. <Ooh, a feel the need to work this out as a PB story>

And sometimes the return is immediate; other times it takes it takes a bit longer. Like my Oxford Book of American Poetry. It has plenty of tiny bookmarks indicating favorite poems waiting to be reread. Other standby reads include Psalms, which I savor before going to bed. Like faithful sentinels these bookmards remain on duty, assuring they will easily guide me back to where I last left off.

The library recently displayed a collection of ephemera; those bits found in books that are donated. Photographs, receipts, tracts, love notes, clippings, leaves, as well as actual bookmarks. As I process donations, I collect these bits of personage, and save them, wondering about the stories behind them. Over the past year enough ephemera was collected to fill three poster boards. I wonder if people viewing the display recognize their lost bits, if they are saddened if they inadvertently gave away something cherished with that copy of Tom Clancy’s latest adventure novel.

Well, on to a new book. Smokey is already waiting for me.

P.S. As I opened my latest read these two bookmarks were waiting for me. Serendipity.

What is your favorite bookmark?

Bard Bits: See You Later Summer


When the Montana Shakespeare Troupe arrives in August to our fair town, it is a generally accepted acknowledgement that summer is on the wane. Pleasant weather still lingers, although it is a bit chill in the early morn and evening. There remains the essence of summer.

And then the calendar chimes out its equinoxal announcement that summer is past and autumn is now upon us. I’m not quite ready to bring in the patio furniture yet.

Shakespeare eloquently presents a metaphorical passing of one’s age in his often quoted Sonnet 73:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Back when in my AP teaching days, this was a poem we studied for its rich imagery and underlying message of mortality. However, bypassing an analysis (I hear that sigh of relief), I do want to focus on the last two the lines, the ending couplet.
In the previous lines the speaker has expressed his concern how he is aging to his lover (maybe even a child–oops, that’s analysis) and in the ending couplet we see the volta, or turn, that indicates a change of mood. Here the speaker interposes the thought that though he might be aging in his own eyes, and in perhaps his lover’s eyes, it is this very state of aging that should initiate an even deeper love for the narrator.
In other words, though summer (his youthfulness) is diminishing and hints of winter are coming (touches of grey in hair), this season of in between, autumn, should be even more cherished as it is the in between time before winter is fully realized.

Yeah, what Shakespeare said.

I welcome spring, enjoy summer, and embrace fall. Fall or autumn still has the warmth of summer, yet it ushers in harvest and nature’s graceful transition into a foliage showcase of beauty. Since retirement I am taking advantage of the gentle warmth of September afternoons. Previously (20 years worth) I wouldn’t get home until after the shadows filled my backyard and I would mourn having missed out on the sunshine having been inside a building all day (okay, mourn is a bit extreme, but I really disliked having to wait until the weekend to enjoy the fall sunshine).

Hoping you are appreciating the fall weather.

Goats and Monkeys: the other aspect of Shakespeare


National Poetry Month is still among us for a few more days and I would be remiss not to mention Shakespeare and his sonnets. There–duly mentioned.

I am sorely tempted to give a brief lesson about the sonnet, something I miss teaching from my AP English Lit days. BUT (which is an indication of the turn in the sonnet mood or message known as the volta–see what I did there? Yes, I did squeeze in a brief lesson), I shall refrain and instead spotlight that other aspect of Shakespeare.

No–not him being a playwright. Did you know he started out writing sonnets and not plays? That he considered himself more poet that playwright and that he inserted many a sonnet into many of his plays? There are four sonnets in Romeo and Juliet alone. The prologue that introduces the play is a sonnet (watch for the volta–hint, hint “which” works as well as “but”):

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudgeParenthesis break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

There I am talking about sonnets again. Well, it is National Poetry Month. And being such a famous, well-known poet it is difficult not to have spent at least a bit of time about how the Bard rocked sonnets.

Sonnets. Plays. He did write them supremely well. We still read them, watch them, recite them, discuss them and you know what? Just watch a master recite the master discussing April–very appropriate, wouldn’t you say?

The cat is a nice touch.

Here I meant to talk about the other aspect of Shakespeare, and sonnets distracted me. A worthy distraction, true that. Yet, (another word that works as a volta, since I am changing the direction of this focus), beyond the perfect prose and poetry Shakespeare is so admired for there is a darker, mmm, not quite the right word–ribald, yes, Shakespeare has a definite ribald side to him: his insults!

Throughout his plays his characters lob the cheekiest insults at one another. Keeping in mind the majority of those attending Shakespeare’s plays were of the down-to-earth crowd, known as “groundlings” because they pay a penny to watch the performance and stood for the entire time, often shouting out their commentary to the stage actors. Stands to reason then why Shakespeare inserted earthy lines into his plays. He knew how to play to the crowd.

Here are some examples. They start at mild and run the course from G to PG13.

  • “Neighbors, you are tedious. ” —Much Ado About Nothing, Act 3, Scene 5
  • “[You] peevish baggage.” —Pericles, Act 4, Scene 6
  • “[H]e has not so much brain as earwax.” —Troilus and Cressida, Act 5, Scene 1
  • “You are not worth another word; else I’d call you knave.” —All’s Well That Ends Well, Act 2, Scene 3
  • “Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2
  • “Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2
  • “A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.” —Richard III, Act 3, Scene 3
  • “You rise to play, and go to bed to work.” —Othello, Act 2, Scene 1
  • “Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.” —Othello, Act 4, Scene 2

For more Shakespeare insults try this link:

Or you can create your own insults with this link. This is a classroom activity we used to do during our Shakespeare unit in English. It would culminate in an insult-off between a student and myself with the object of hurling such a created invective that the other person would cry–actually it usually ended up with everyone laughing.

So, a tribute to Shakespeare’s prowess with prose and poetry and a solid nod to his poison pen when it came to hurling insults.

Springing Forth with Writerly Updates


In an effort to match the energy and joy of the season I’m springing into action in terms of my writing.

Book Signing
If you live in or around Spokane Valley, Washington you can catch me at the Barnes and Noble store on Saturday, April 19th from 11 am to 3 pm.

Yes, I will be signing my picture book Someday We Will.

It’s been an amazing five years since it was published in 2020–right when COVID locked down schools, libraries, and bookstores, which kind of kiboshed that whirlwind in person book tour originally hoped for.

Celebrating Five Years!

Since then Barnes and Noble and my local library have provided lovely support. This will be my third signing with Barnes and Noble and I’ve done a few storytime sessions with the library.

And thanks for your support! Readers of this blog have purchased Someday We Will through online sources. I still offer the deal of sending you a personalized bookplate. Just provide some details: where and when you bought the book, your address, and the message and I will send out a bookplate to you.

Projects
The winter months kept me inside writing new stories and revising others. I also discovered a knack for collage and began illustrating some of my picture book manuscripts. Here are a couple of samples:

I also decided to create a separate page that highlighted completed manuscripts–a menu, so to speak–in case agents, editors, or publishers decide to stop by for a visit. Feel free to browse at my new page link:
Project Pitches.

Of course not all my time is spent writing. Spring is here which means I’m outside more than inside. Yardwork, walking, biking, reading, and just plain sitting in the sun dozing in the sunshine. Winter is way too long and I am so enraptured the days are longer and warmer AND sunnier!

How are you springing forth this joyous season?

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